"You are so beautiful, Mairead, and never more than when you submit to me in this way." He spoke softly, little above a whisper. Mairead's belly twisted and something warm began to unfurl. How was it possible he could arouse her even in this manner?
"Will it hurt?" she whimpered.
"Maybe, a little, but never more than you can bear. I must stretch you, but we will go slowly and I will wait if you ask me to. You will have all the time you need."
"Th-thank you," she managed, pitifully grateful for this apparent concession.
"You are most welcome, my love. Now, could I seek your further assistance? Would you be so good as to lick my finger? You must ensure that you wet it all over as this will aid in lubricating the way."
Oh.Dear sweet Lord. Mairead swallowed, at once conscious of the dryness in her mouth. The one time she could wish for moisture and she had failed already.
"I cannot," she wailed. "My mouth is like sawdust."
"This will not do." Gunnar lifted her so that she was perched up on his knee then leaned to one side and extended his left arm to cup his hand under the cascade of cool water streaming down the rock face behind him. He brought the refreshing, sparkling water to her mouth. "Drink," he commanded, tipping the cool liquid over her parched lips.
Mairead relished the sensation of the frigid water in her throat. She licked her lips and Gunnar soon brought more water to her mouth. Only after the third drink from his cupped hand did she thank him again and declare herself sated.
"Ah, then perhaps now you might oblige me..." He presented the middle finger of his right hand, his requirement clear.
Mairead opened her mouth and poked out her tongue. She took several seconds to thoroughly lick the extended digit, then sat back. "Is that enough," she asked.
"We shall soon see." He tilted his chin in a gesture to indicate she should resume her earlier position. Mairead obeyed, and in moments lay across his thighs once more. She reached back and parted her cheeks without being asked again.
Gunnar was gentle, she could not deny that. He circled her tight hole with the tip of his moist finger, teasing and pressing, and were it not for the decadent intimacy of his touch she might have thought he played a game with her. There was nothing of the urgent in his caress. Rather he tempted and tantalised, he sought, claimed perhaps, but never demanded. Despite herself, despite her fear and apprehension, Mairead relaxed under his delicate touch. He soothed her, reassured, calmed, and eventually she sighed as the tip of his finger entered her.
He paused, waited for her to adjust, to accept what was happening, then he started to circle again. Now, though, he was inside her, easing her puckered entrance to loosen, to open for him. She still held her cheeks apart but she found it harder to maintain her grip now. Her hands were boneless, her fingers feeble.
"You may let go now, if you wish."
Mairead was thankful for the reprieve and tucked her hands beneath her. She closed her eyes and allowed her muscles to soften, her thoughts to drift as her husband worked his wicked magic. She was aware that he pressed harder, eased first one knuckle past her entrance, then the next. It felt odd, not quite pleasant, but maybe something oddly similar to that. It was not painful, certainly, and perhaps there was a hint of sensuality. Were she pressed to name it, Mairead's overwhelming response was one of utter humiliation. Her husband was exerting hisabsolute power over her. She knew it, he knew it, and she found that realisation quite breathtaking and utterly erotic.
"Gunnar," she breathed. "Please..."
"Am I hurting you?"
"No. It is... not unpleasant."
"Ah," he acknowledged. Then perhaps we might venture to add a second finger now."
"Will you require me to lick it?"
"No, not this time. I find you have quite sufficient wetness here to ease the way for us."
Mairead gasped as he withdrew his finger, then slid his entire hand over and through her soft folds. He rubbed the tip of her most sensitive nubbin as he passed and she writhed in sudden arousal.
"Oh. Oh, my goodness, that is... oh!"
You like this part?" He continued to stroke and caress, gathering up her juices on his deft fingers.
"You know that I do, Gunnar."
"In that case, turn around and lean on the rocks. Lift your bottom up high and spread your legs wide for me."
Mairead was past the point where she might have questioned anything he instructed her to do. Her obedience was instant and soon she was on all fours on the edge of the pond, her husband behind her in the water. He had a perfect view of her quivering cunny, but she found she no longer cared. Gone entirely were her earlier feelings of vulnerability. Her inhibitions were shattered and it mattered not that what he was doing was so wicked. All that concerned her now was how he might make her feel.
"Gunnar, please..."
"Patience, my sweet. I promised you two fingers next, so you shall have them. Two in here..." he drove the digits of his left hand into her cunt, and slid the middle finger on his other handback into her arse. He drew it in and out several times, "...and two in here." He inserted a second digit into her straining rear hole.
